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A/N: Hey, here we go again!^^ Thank you so much for all the reviews on the last chapter; they make me unbelievably happy!
This last chapter is dedicated to 'GabbyFreak'; I definitely owe my dear and faithful beta an additional honorary mention for authentication checks. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! ;) Your work is much appreciated. :)
I have been working on this chapter for about 9 hours nonstop today, if not more; so please be lenient on me in case of any probable and possible mistakes (English is not my first language) I might have made. I am dead tired right now but I didn't want to keep you dear readers waiting a single day longer. :)
Enough babbling - hope you all are going to enjoy the grand finale!
+ + + Chapter 6 – Hermione's Final Frontier' + + +
Hermione slid into the welcoming hot water of her bubble bath with a silent sigh. The last two days had been hectic and stressful. In addition to her usual school work she had been pretty busy with brewing the two potions which promised to help her go through with the final private lesson she was supposed to receive from Professor Snape this evening.
The two precious phials sat on the edge of her bathtub; one glowing red, the other sparkling blue. Hermione stared at them, still not sure what to do about them. She had taken the Professor's advice seriously and had read any piece of information that she could get her hands on concerning this delicate topic.
Now, she at least understood the motives for letting someone defile one's rear end and was relieved to learn that - unlike the widespread misconception - it was not necessarily an act of pure pain but could also be a source of great pleasure, if it was done right.
Anatomical graphics popped up before her inner eye and Hermione suddenly realised that she was getting increasingly nervous. Even though she had been given much of theoretical information to calm her subconscious, she couldn't deny her growing nervous tension and hence her eyes wandered to the phials once more.
Hermione was running out of time; it was just another two hours before her encounter with the Professor and if she decided on taking the potions, she would have to take them within the next few minutes, otherwise they wouldn't take effect in time.
To down, or not to down, that is the question...
She spoke the altered Shakespeare quotation to herself sardonically. Logic dictated her to take the phials, especially the red one for the muscle relaxation, since she had so stupidly neglected the 'practicing part' of the proper preparation due to self-inflicted ignorance. – From the books, Hermione had learned that the gradual stretching of the anus before involving the actual sex partner would have been essential...
Ha, you can say goodbye to that, Granger!
She mentally head-slapped herself for her naivety.
Even if I had not read the books, I might have guessed. 'Things' are supposed to go out there, not in...at least not usually. Silly me! What am I going to do now?
Well, she sadly had to admit that she had missed most of the opportunities and those few left to her, were also not overwhelmingly appealing. Sure, she simply could cancel her 'appointment' but then she had to frankly acknowledge her mistake to the professor and that she would never do. No, no way.
It was also too late to get herself one of those thingies for 'object insertion' of which she had read.
Fine. Grit your teeth and get to it, Hermione! Then in the traditional style! You still got your fingers...
Hermione closed her eyes and recalled the instruction in the book. – Emotional and psychological relaxation was almost even more important than the physical aspect.
She inhaled the soothing jasmine scent of her bubble bath and gave into one of her favourite fantasies which usually did the trick for her.
(censored part…)
Hmmmm...
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Therefore, it was her last chance to take the phials or not...
With a final sigh, Hermione decided that she wanted to experience her final lesson without being 'drugged', although she appreciated the professor's surprisingly caring gesture.
I'm a Gryffindor, damn it! I CAN DO THIS!
Hermione stepped out of the tub, wrapping herself into the fluffy bath towel. Giving her reflection in the mirror a reassuring nod, she stowed the phials away in the drawer of her cabinet...
Later that evening...
Nervously playing with a strand of her hair, Hermione knocked on the door of her Potions master's private chambers. She wasn't sure if anyone had seen her on her way down to the dungeons and if she was true to herself, she didn't care anymore. Hell, she was almost 19 now and that meant that she was accountable to nobody for any of her actions! Screw them. She had passed her NEWT tests with flying colours and so in about three weeks' time Hermione would be leaving Hogwarts anyway.
Furthermore, it was Friday night and so it was rather unlikely to run into somebody since usually everyone was busy with themselves elsewhere. – Some maybe snogging with some conquest, trying to steal away to the Forbidden Forrest...
Her train of thoughts ended there as she heard a familiar sonorous voice answer her knock.
"Come in."
Hermione took a deep breath and entered, mumbling a formal and hardly audible greeting as she did so. Once more she found herself in the Professor's study, hoping that the dim light would conceal her alarmingly increasing nervous tension. This would be her final lesson – and what a lesson at that! Hermione felt her courage blown away by the minute at the thought of what lay ahead of her...
Blimey! I should have taken those phials... What the heck is wrong with me? This is mad!
With shaky legs Hermione crossed the room towards the desk. Professor Snape was still busy with some paperwork and didn't look up. From experience Hermione knew that it was best for her to simply let him finish whatever he did and wait for 'instructions' instead of interrupting him...
However, she didn't have to wait too long this time. Still not looking up at her, the Professor started putting his documents aside as he spoke in a rather impersonal voice.
"I presume you got my message?"
"I did, Sir."
"Any trouble with the brewing?"
"No trouble, Professor."
"Did you take the potions in time?"
Hermione cringed and replied feebly. "Er...actually...I did not take them at all!"
Snape looked up abruptly and shot Hermione the most withering and piercing glance she had ever seen on him. "What was that?" He asked icily.
*gulp*
Poor Hermione hardly dared to breathe as she forced herself to repeat her answer. "I...did not take the potions I brew...,Sir!"
All of a sudden the Professor leapt up to his feet causing Hermione to instinctively back away a few steps, wide-eyed. Weird enough, she felt herself dampen instantly and blushed.
Shit! I'm so sick reacting like this...
She braced herself for the worst scolding of her lifetime.
Professor Snape struggled to keep his composure, but couldn't help to let out a dark growl. How on earth could she be so stupid? First, she most likely screwed up with her preparation and he had to spell it out for her. Then she deliberately refused to drink the phials. Was her usually brilliant mind so clouded with this ridiculous and misguided sense of Gryffindor bravery that she didn't realise the consequences of her doings? It was either this or she was an even bigger masochist than she had let on so far.
Fine. As you sow, so you shall reap.
Much to Hermione's surprise she wasn't shouted at. Unsurely, she looked at her Professor who was now pinching the bridge of his nose. He seemed to be thinking hard and Hermione was afraid he might be so disappointed in her that he would just send her away. She wrung her hands as he finally spoke to her in a controlled voice.
"Would you kindly tell me what brought you to this...decision?"
Hermione turned crimson. "Honestly, Sir, I...I decided against the potions as I...feared it might distort the experience." She swallowed hard. "Eventually I realised that this last lesson isn't something I want to get over and done with just to meet your original conditions of our agreement but something...I want to remember for the rest of my life..."
Snape arched his brow as he listened carefully. Was she getting sentimental again?
"...as a genuine and 'real' experience. No 'drugs' to blur the memory..." Hermione blinked, astonished by her own fair and square confession. "...no matter how painful it might be." She added sheepishly.
Since Hermione seemed to have finished with her argumentation, the Professor slowly nodded his approval. "Now then, Miss Granger. I will accept your choice." He rose from his wing chair, waving her nearer.
Hermione's last remark had convinced him that she was well aware of the unquestionably painful aspect her decision held and that she was obviously willing to take it. Misled Gryffindor bravery or not, Snape couldn't deny she had courage. Hm. Maybe this time he ought to grant her a little more empathy or less mocking than usual?
Sensing Hermione's badly overacted trembling as she obediently made her way to his desk, the Professor realised that just now her nervousness definitely outweighed her required state of arousal and relaxation. Well, he had to do something about that...
Grabbing Hermione by the shoulders as soon as she was within reach, Snape quickly manoeuvered the startled girl tightly between himself and the infamous mahogany desk; Hermione facing away from him.
"What the...?" Hermione gasped in surprise. She wasn't able to form a coherent sentence as she felt her backside being pressed closely against her Professor's chest and lower regions.
Her wrists easily secured by one hand just underneath her breast, Hermione instinctively stiffened as the Professor gently ran his other hand up and down her jugular.
"Shhh..." He whispered smoothly into her ear, his silky baritone voice sending a welcome thrill of pleasure through Hermione. "...you won't be regretting this."
Now that is new! Since when is he being so caring?
Still as red as a beetroot though, Hermione felt herself start to relax little by little; leaning into the soothing, yet confusingly considerate embrace. Closing her eyes, she relished the rare non-sexual body contact, enjoying the heat that radiated from her Professor, even through their clothes.
During former lessons, she had never been touched more than absolutely necessary, so Snape's latest behaviour left her gobsmacked.
Apparently there was so much more than meets the eye to that greasy git of a hateful and ever scowling dungeon bat...
Bit by bit, Hermione's nervousness subsided and her anxious shaking became an aquiver trembling.
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Hell, I could so get used to that...!
"What..." He whispered in her ear in that uniquely suggestive and sinister voice. "...no bra, Miss Granger?"
"I thought I wouldn't need one anyway...,Sir." Hermione managed to respond with some effort.
"That is...utterly naughty, don't you think?" He continued hoarsely, then nibbled her ear lobe.
Oh, good lord! If he keeps saying these kind of things, he'll be talking me into orgasm right away...!
Hermione shivered in agonizing anticipation as she tried to mutter an answer. Nevertheless, this time her voice failed her. Snape chuckled inwardly. He knew about the power his voice held over students in general, but this was definitely an added bonus...
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Therewith he successfully achieved what nobody else had ever managed to do. – Effectively shutting down the brain of Hermione Granger!
When he reached down to lift her skirt, Hermione's hot skin prickled with goosebumps and she instinctively bucked her hips backwards which promptly resulted in a deep and guttural moan from Snape.
Eventually Hermione seemed to be ready for her final lesson...
"Bend over the desk." Hermione heard the Professor's husky voice. Obediently, she did as she was told, still in an emotional frenzy.
The blood rushed in Hermione's ears as she listened to the meanwhile familiar rustle of fabric from the Professor's robes. And yet, it still excited her.
Hermione held on to the edge of the desk, biting her lower lip in anticipation as she felt a firm grip on both sides of her waist.
(censored part...)
"You really should have taken those phials..." Snape whispered hoarsely.
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Hermione? Did he really just call me by my given name?
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Oddly enough, she had never felt more 'connected' to her snarky 'private tutor' than in this very moment. Perhaps this would become a pleasant experience after all?
The animalistic sounds that echoed from the dungeon walls baffled all descriptions.
Soon, Hermione found herself surprisingly comfortable with the new situation, enjoying the overwhelming and unexpected sensation it brought.
The growing realization flashed to her mind that there was something overpoweringly primal in their current doings. For a split second her brain seemed to be working again, starting to search for answers as usually and this left her wondering why society spoke of this specific kind of sex with only negative connotations. – Wasn't this what sex was all about anyway? Instinct and pleasure? Alright, maybe procreation too, but basically...
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Panting heavily, Hermione collapsed upon the desk; exhausted, sweaty and flushed. Just seconds later, she heard a bunch of incoherent obscenities uttered by the man behind her, followed by his body weight crushing her. Nevertheless, she didn't mind it.
Hermione had lost her sense of time, still enjoying the aftershocks of her mindblowing orgasm. She couldn't tell just how long they had been laying there, motionless and spent, yet still connected, as all of a sudden an unhappy thought hit her. Her final lesson was over...
...and so the circle is complete. It all ends where it has started. On my professor's desk...
She chuckled sadly at the bitter irony.
Clearing his throat, Professor Snape eventually broke the akward silence. "How do you feel?"
Hermione blinked, not sure if she could put it into words. "I'm afraid I lack words for what I'm feeling, Sir."
Lifting his weight from her back, he couldn't help but relapse into his usual sardonic attitude. "What? Would it be possible that I finally managed to leave you speechless, Miss Granger?"
Frowning, Hermione turned her head and looked over her shoulder; not too fond of the switch from 'Hermione' to 'Miss Granger'. However, as she saw his smirk which, with some imagination, could even be misinterpreted as a small smile, she realised that his mocking was not meant to hurt her. He was just like that.
Assuming his statement being of rhetorically nature, Hermione simply rolled her eyes and answered a question with a question. "So, how do you feel, Professor?"
His answer came reluctantly and hardly audible. "Magnificent...thank you."
Wow. So I finally got his approval!
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"Holy crap! How long does the effect last?" Hermione gasped breathlessly.
"No need to worry. It will be better in the morning." The Professor reassured her while performing a quick Scourgify spell on the two of them. Well, she would probably have a little difficulty sitting comfortably during the next week but that she would find out soon enough herself...
Meanwhile, Hermione had slipped from the desk, pulling her clothes in the right order.
"Um, well...I guess...you want me to go then..." She forced herself to say, not really wanting to leave but also not wanting to be kicked out again. "...I'm tired and presume you wouldn't mind a little resting time yourself?" Hermione felt stupid and wrung her hands insecurely since the Professor didn't respond to her lame excuse to show herself out. "I...I would like to thank you, Professor, for...well, just everything and I..."
He interrupted her. "You'll be staying here for the night." That said, he simply turned on his heel, heading for his bedroom.
"What do you mean? 'I'm staying here for the night'?" She asked baffled, following him.
"You heard me. You. Stay. Here. In my bed. It's past curfew, we're both tired and I intend to check on your...soreness in the morning. So it will be more practical if you stayed here altogether. Any objections?"
"No! No objections!" Hermione quickly replied. The cosy bed looked incredibly tempting, as well as the idea of eventually 'being allowed' to spend the whole night next to Snape. That prospect appealed to her a lot and made the perfect ending to a string of priceless private lessons which Hermione would treasure beyond her fondest memories for the rest of her lifetime.
THE END.
A/N: Phew, long, long chappie. Please let me know what you think. I finally decided on keeping their relationship on strictly academic basis to this point, with just little emotion. Maybe sometime I'll write an alternative ending, giving this story a slightly more romantic turn, however, for now, this fic is complete.
However, if you like, check out the sequel to this story: "Embracing My Very Own Darkness".